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There's a feeling comes a stealing

"You're a Grand old Flag"



There's a feeling comes a stealing,
And it sets my brain a reeling,
When I'm list'ning to the music of a military band.
Any tune like "Yankee Doodle"
Simply sets me off my noodle,
It's that patriotic something,
That no one can understand.
"Way down South, in the land of cotton"
Melody untiring, ain't that inspiring?
Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll join the jubilee,
And that's going some,
For the Yankees, by gum!
Red, white and blue, I am for you,
Honest, You're a Grand old Flag!

I'm a cranky hanky panky,
I'm a dead square, honest Yankee,
And I'm mighty proud of that old flag
That flies for Unkle Sam
Though I don't believe in raving,
Ev'ry time I see it waving,
There's a chill runs up my back
That makes me glad I'm what I am.
Here's a land with a million soldiers,
That's if we should need 'em
We'll fight for freedom!
Hurrah! Hurrah! for ev'ry Yankee tar
And old G.A.R., ev'ry strip, ev'ry star.
Red, white and blue, hats off to you,
Honest, you're a Grand old Flag!

You're a grand old flag,
You're a high-flyin' flag;
And forever in peace may you wave;
You're the emblem of
The land I love;
The home of the free
And the brave.
Ev'ry heart beats true,
'Neath red, white and blue
Where there's never a boast or brag;
But should old acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.


George M. Cohan

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